"Go! Tie him down, and don't let him wave that banner again!"
The four flying swords circling Lin Bai seemed to understand his words. With a hum, their blades pointed toward the Corpse Refinement Sect's Holy Son.
The four flying swords were as nimble as swimming fish, slipping through the gaps between the many Corpse Puppets before them.
The Corpse Refinement Sect's Holy Son, Luan Tang, was just about to wave his banner and perform a mystic art when his heart suddenly chilled. A sharp aura locked onto him.
By the time he turned his head and found the source of the danger, the four flying swords had already reached him.
These four flying swords had been forged by Lin Bai from rare divine iron found in the Devil Realm. They also contained a strand of Lin Bai's soul, allowing him to wield them as easily as his own limbs while granting them tremendous power.
The Corpse Refinement Sect's Holy Son did not dare underestimate them. He stopped waving the banner, thereby knocking the four flying swords back.
After knocking the flying swords away, the Corpse Refinement Sect's Holy Son repeated his old trick and continued waving the banner. Unexpectedly, after humming once, the flying swords charged toward him again.
Thus, the cycle repeated itself.
Whenever the Corpse Refinement Sect's Holy Son tried to wave the banner, the four flying swords would rush forward to stop him.
With the Corpse Refinement Sect's Holy Son's talent and schemes, he would soon think of a way to deal with this. There was not much time left for Flying Sword and the others.
The Corpse Refinement Sect's Holy Son first struck the four Flying Swords away with one palm, then controlled a Corpse Devil to return and pounce toward Flying Sword.
But